Missing flower of flames
by: Liliana may potter
chapter 2
Tate P.O.V
I pulled Sparky up from the ground.
"You okay Sparky. Where are we and why in the name of Queen Elizabeth the First are people aiming arrows at us." I said before pulling at my charm bracelet out . I pick single mind the staff charm knowing that would give me the upper hand in a fight. I threw it into the air were it grown to be about five foot six, when it came down I caught it with great easy. Once the dark oak beamed touched my small hand the tip of it caught on fire. That when Sparky step in front of me.
"you guys let Maggie walk right past you, but you point you arrows at us we are friends and family." he said, they all lowed their bows, and I lower my staff. The bottom had not yet hit the ground, when my body was engulfed in flames. A few times in my life this had happen, like when I was three and my brother pulled my hair.
I fell to my knees and my hand flow to my ears it was like listen to the screams of Matt's pain as the own at the orphanage ripped his teeth out. That when I felt strong-arms trying to smother the flames that surround my body, once the arms loosen their hold of me, I could see it was that had stop the fire from almost killing me. My eye sight was blurry but I could still make out the soft auburn hair and faded green eye.
"Josh, is that you?" I asked but truly not sure if it was him, or if he could hear me.
"yeah little Tate it's me and this time I'm not going to lose you this time." he said and with that I lost conscious.
I woke in a semi-dark room cover in soft white blankets, I looked around noting but outlines of people and things. I tried to move my hands to rub my eyes but for some reason they were tied down.
"We can't have you moving to much you might try to run. Now we want answers, kid what is you name and who are you working for?" some one asked. Most likely trying to scare me but that won't work.
"My name is Tately De Laura and I am a daughter of Hecate, little sister of Josh De Laura, son of Demeter." I said. I felt the ropes loosen around my wrist. but I did not hear them fall to the floor.
"Sorry, we thought you were a spy, but Apollo cabin don't want you to move very much because it will just cause the wounds on you back and arms and legs to break up again." someone said. Good gods why did this always happen to me. I took in a weak breath, why was my chest hurting so much. This has only happened to me once, when I was younger I didn't know what was going on.
I had been pushed into my locker and then they locked it. It took three janitors to get me out, by the time they got me out I was in full fledge panic mode. I couldn't breathe. Everything was dark. Even though I could see little things, like people outlines I still freaked.
Not something you want me to do. When I panic, I sometimes catch on fire. My hands moved to my pockets, only to find my glasses. I usually wear contacts but the people most likely took them out on my. The purple square frames let me see something better and other things worse.